Monthly Archives: December 2023

December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal

Last night I went to CBGBs. Grant sat with Kim, who is now a waitress there. She doesn’t seem happy and looks like she wants to rip off her apron and join me in drinking, although she’s already drunk. I kissed her on the cheek and she asked, “Have you heard from Alice?” “No,” I […]

December 18, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

Alice left the East Village. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she’s wearing a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want her to stay with me, but both […]

The Touch of Hands

A hand Five fingers The veined back and fleshy palm. Two hands Ten fingers A woman’s hand Mine are scarred Accidents and fights Only on my right hand. A woman’s hands Palms On my cheeks Soft and warm. It’s been years. Since a woman’s touched Me. Eyes shut Soul open Bewitched by the palms Of […]

Tennyson Walk the Isle of Wight 1985

December 1985 Vonelli invited Lizzie and me to the Isle of Wight. We were sitting in a Bastille cafe. Lizzie had a show on TV that night. Her song was playing on the radio. I had to work at the Balajo later. There wasn’t much holiday spirit on the Rue De La Roquette. “We’ll do […]

60 Minus 1 – 2011

Friends, family, and strangers constantly say that I don’t look my age. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror in favor of regarding my shadow against a wall, so the innate narcissistic nature guillibly believes the complements and lies. This weekend was my birthday. One short of the next big one. Andrea from across the aisle […]